
[4896] no better.
[4897] It is no worse either.
[4898] I have crutches now.
[4899] I shall go
faster, all will go faster.
[4900] They will be happy days.
[4901] I shall learn.
[4902] All there was to sell I have sold.
[4903] But I had heavy debts.
[4904] I have been
a man long enough, I shall not put up with it any more, I shall not try
any more.
[4905] I shall never light this lamp again.
[4906] I am going to blow it
out and go into the garden.
[4907] I think of the long May days, June days,
when I lived in the garden.
[4908] One day I talked to Hanna.
[4909] She gave me news
of Zulu, of the Elsner sisters.
[4910] She knew who I was, she was not afraid
of me.
[4911] She never went out, she disliked going out.
[4912] She talked to me
from her window.
[4913] The news was bad, but might have been worse.
[4914] There
was a bright side.
[4915] They were lovely days. [4916] The winter had been
exceptionally rigorous, everybody said so.
[4917] We had therefore a right to
this superb summer.
[4918] I do not know if we had a right to it.
[4919] My birds had
not been killed.
[4920] They were wild birds.
[4921] And yet quite trusting.
[4922] I
recognized them and they seemed to recognize me.
[4923] But one never knows.
[4924] Some were missing and some were new.
[4925] I tried to understand their language
better.
[4926] Without having recourse to mine.
[4927] They were the longest, loveliest
days of all the year.
[4928] I lived in the garden.
[4929] I have spoken of a voice
telling me things.
[4930] I was getting to know it better now, to understand
what it wanted.
[4931] It did not use the words that Moran had been taught when
he was little and that he in his turn had taught to his little one.
[4932] So
that at first I did not know what it wanted.
[4933] But in the end I understood
this language.
[4934] I understood it, I understand it, all wrong perhaps.
[4935] That
is not what matters.
[4936] It told me to write the report.
[4937] Does this mean I
am freer now than I was?
[4938] I do not know.
[4939] I shall learn.
[4940] Then I went back
into the house and wrote, It is midnight.
[4941] The rain is beating on the
windows.
[4942] It was not midnight.
[4943] It was not raining.
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